Go to school as normal and see what develops

The crowd of students follows you into the school with a sense of awe, keeping back a few paces. You don’t mind. Best to endorse the fear and not have any smarty-pants sticking their noses where they shouldn’t. The less people investigate into your changes, the better. You’re smart and you know that it’s possible to forget a detail here or there that could make things sticky in the future.

You enter the main foyer and start to head up the stairs to your locker, when you suddenly remember Miss Primrose. Ah, the secretarial example of every high school boys wet dream. Damn. Until today she was someone that you’d pass in the hallway, glance up and see her at work through the glass doors of the principal’s office, then glance down quickly in hopes that your eyes didn’t meet. Occasionally you would allow yourself a few nasty thoughts of her while masturbating but past that you never dared even consider that you’d have a chance with her. But as of now, everything had changed.

You make your way down toward the main offices and the big double doors behind which lay the three vice-principal’s offices and of course the main man himself. But to get to them you had to come face to face with Miss Primrose first. Darn.

She’s wearing a black dress with small violet flowers all over. Her hair falls about her shoulders, long and black with just enough bounce to remind you of a shampoo commercial. She’s nervously chewing on a pencil and you can see she has her legs crossed behind her chair, deep in thought. She wears black buckled shoes and white socks. You’re not sure of her age but she seems to be in her early twenties, enough to have finished her basic college education. Then those eyes look up at you as you enter the office. Damn, those eyes! Pure violet with the darkest and longest lashes you’ve ever seen. She seems a bit taken aback by your daring as you not only return her gaze but look at her with a stare that would scare a bear off.

“Can I help you?” she asks, taking her pencil from her mouth and sitting up straighter. You quickly take in the surroundings and realize that the windows just won’t do. While you may have absolute power, you still retain your sense of decorum, to a certain degree.

“Mrs. Burton sent me down for a make up test,” you explain, “and I’m supposed to get you to take me back to the make up room.” You know about the make up room because you legitimately had to use it a few months back. Not so surprisingly, Miss Primrose has all but forgotten it and you.

She makes a small sigh and pushes from her desk and motions you down the hall. You follow behind watching her small ass sway from side to side. “I bet you are quite the wild one,” you say out loud, not caring if anyone hears.

Primrose stops and turns around, scorn on her face, “What did you say?”

“You heard me, and you liked it. In fact, you are really hoping that I’ll talk dirty to you. A lot dirtier than what I just said.”

Primose’s face drains all the animosity away and she slowly lowers her eyebrows to change her expression to one of a more ‘bedroom’ nature. She purrs and walks toward you, playing with your upper shirt button. “Or instead of talking dirty, you could just show me,” she says as she leads you into the make up room.

Once inside, she slams the door and turns her back to you, wiggling her ass as she slightly bends over one of the desks against the wall. “Unzip me?” she says, in her demurest voice.

As you let down her zipper, you take note of two very interesting points. One, she’s not wearing a bra and two she has a very large tattoo on her shoulder of a rose and some Japanese character.

“So, Miss Primrose isn’t quite the innocent girl, is she?” you say as the dress drops to the floor. She stands completely naked from the waste up and her black satin slip hugs her lower body. She looks over her shoulder and you’re surprised to see that her expression is one of…